CommuterlandIts back to the daily commute in its worst incarnation. A six hours round trip that if my new role gets made permanent I shall be making daily. So much for sanity.
Train times are inconveniently spaced so that a frenetic dash from the office generally means arriving at Euston just in time to miss the read more.. Oh what a wonderful morning!Its sunny and birds are probably singing somewhere and its truly glorious. The kind of day really where I would rather be oh, in Williamstown, MA drinking ice coffee on the terrace with the river rushing below, or Rome sitting in the shade in my favorite bar with a cappuccino. Or any other of the heart achingly read more.. Compulsory citizens There seem to be a lot of “issues” around at the moment that roughly fall under the idea of citizenship. The hands that are shooting up at the front probably want to point out that we are subjects, not citizens. I think thats a bit of a disingenous point these days. We have a constitutional read more.. Vanishing ActYesterdays papers were covered in a picture of two very different young men. An overblown yap of a public schoolboy taunted by an overblown bulldog wielding ASBO. But its the space in the middle that really interests me.
Thats right, the space. The absence in public debate of the majority of the people in the UK whose lives read more.. Books Glorious Books!Its finally happened. After almost fourteen months of dragging through piled up cardboard boxes every time I wanted one of my treasured tomes my new bookshelves are now finished and the said books ensconced. Or at least over half of them. Once we’ve tackled the dining room which currently resembles a lumberyard come chinese takeaway the read more.. A measure of successSuccess is a curious thing. Primarily its something you are, not something you have or do, a verb that takes the ‘etre’ form. Locally it just means that you are supporting yourself financially in a job that’s not too ambitious. To mention for example, that you were working for a blue chip in a capital read more.. An Accidental LibrarianWell Christmas has been and gone and taken the New Year in its wake. I slugged down a toast as I watched the London celebrations from the comfort of my sofa, wondered how high heels and hard pavements could ever have seemed a natural combination and cosied up with my OH.
Looking at the big wide year ahead I realise that there read more.. Driving home for Christmas.Somethings about this small town are really really great. No, I mean despite how I file these posts sometimes I actually like living here. Home Town Christmas is great.* No long travel home for the mad dash round to fit in everyone before you scramble onto the an overcrowded and overbeered train or plane back read more.. Not so clubbable ChristmasA couple of nights ago I found myself out of my milieu. Or at least I hope I did. Sharing the intimate space of strangers I would not invite into my living room was a salient reminder of why I do not go clubbing. Especially not at what passes for a club locally.
Somehow the spirit of all read more.. All quiet on the checkout frontThis blog I think will have to go quiet on the checkout front for a while. I’ve found the good, the grim and the vicious working here and am persuaded that its worth trying to improve things. So as I indicated last post I’m putting on my rabblerousing hat and going to try to do just read more..
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